Sparkling in luminescent arcs of light,
you dance your way through uncut heather.
Flowers and summer’s sun,
fill every space between us,
in body and now in time.
Pastel paintings of precious moments,
together,
crowding every crevice of my memory.
Little joy like a bundle, untied and untouched.
Raw and wild.
Perfect like the uncarved block.
An emotion welled up from deep within the ocean of your being,
tidal wave a flowin’, bringing happiness to my heart,
into every other undecided empty space,
letting it overpower me, own me.
Letting go of some way,
some how,
I thought as an adult I should be.
So deeply defined.
So vast in its perfection.
So esoteric in what it is and where it comes.
So distant and untouchable,
yet so present and so real.
The love beneath the joy.
The all beneath the smiles.
The greater presence beneath,
heather’s diamond-like reflection,
in your sparkling,
laughing,
loving eyes.
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